Page 254 of By His Play

Heat floods through my veins as his lips trail up my neck and then to my ear.

“I can’t believe you danced with my best friend like this,” he rasps, squeezing my breasts again. A moan rumbles in my throat, and I rub my ass against him, causing him to hiss as if he’s in pain.

“I thought I was your best friend,” I complain.

“Not anymore. You’re my girl. And one day, Effie Campbell…one day, you’re going to be my wife.”

Before I have a chance to say anything, he spins me back around and frames my face with his hands.

“Will you be mine?” he asks.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

His lips crash against mine and his hands slip back, his fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place as his tongue invades my mouth.

Desire flows through me as I kiss him back just as eagerly, my hands sliding up his hard chest.

Like teenagers, we make out in the middle of the room as if we’ve got all the time in the world.

Our hands roam as we lose ourselves in each other.

“Missed you,” he whispers between kisses. “Hate my life without you.”

“Same,” I agree.

“I lied before,” he confesses, making me pull back to look at him with my heart in my throat. “When I told my mom that I wasn’t in love with you. I was, I always have been, I just…hadn’t figured it out yet.”

An emotional sob erupts before I jump into his arms.

He catches me easily, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Both of us gasp as I rub against his erection.

“We need to get out of here before I do something I shouldn’t.”

“Okay,” I breathe, more than ready to take this tango to the next step.

“Would have been fucking hot in front of those mirrors though,” Kieran says as he lowers my feet back to the floor.

I glance over my shoulder and see myself on my knees before him with his dick in my mouth.

“Effie?” he asks when I don’t respond.

“Y-yeah,” I muse. “Hot.”

His attention burns the side of my face, and when I rip my gaze from the mirror, I find him staring at me with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, I want it.”

“You don’t even kn?—”

“Don’t need to. The only thing I do know is that I’m going to make every single one of your filthy fantasies come true.”

After changing into his sneakers, he throws his bag over his shoulder and waits for me to do the same.

“What happens next?” I ask, pausing before turning to leave.

“We’re meant to be having a date to talk,” he reminds me.

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